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Updated: June 15, 2025
Even the Camerons had wondered at her swift adaptation to her new surroundings. She seemed to have put Racicot behind her as one puts by an old garment. In everything she had held her own royally. Her adopted parents were proud of her beauty and her nameless, untamed charm. They had lavished every indulgence upon her.
Her husband was a small, white-haired man, with a fresh, young-looking face. He was popular in Racicot, for he mingled freely with the sailors and fishermen. Moreover, Dalveigh was an excellent market for fresh mackerel. Nathan Shelley, in his favourite corner behind the stove, sat lurching forward with his hands on his knees. He had laid aside his pipe out of deference to Mrs.
The Magical Bond of the Sea A late September wind from the northwest was sweeping over the waters of Racicot Harbour.
The shawl had slipped down to her shoulders and her head rose out of it like some magnificent flower out of a crimson calyx. The masses of her black hair lifted from her face in the rush of the wind and swayed back again like rich shadows. Her lips were stung scarlet with the sea's sharp caresses, and her eyes, large and splendid, looked past him unseeing to the harbour lights of Racicot.
When they swung in by the wharf Nora sprang from the boat before Bryant had time to moor it. Pausing for an instant, she called down to him, carelessly, "Don't wait for me. I shall not go back tonight." Then she caught her shawl around her head and almost ran up the wharf and along the shore. No one was abroad, for it was supper hour in Racicot.
"And, anyway, I must go. It doesn't seem as if I could help myself if I wanted to. Something out beyond there is calling me, always has been calling me ever since I was a tiny girl and found out there was a big world far away from Racicot. And it always seemed to me that I would find a way to it some day. That was why I kept going to school long after the other girls stopped.
She ran across the room and buried her face in her mother's breast, sobbing. When the news spread, the Racicot people crowded in to see Nora until the house was full. They spent a noisy, merry, whole-hearted evening of the old sort. The men smoked and most of the women knitted while they talked. They were pleased to find that Nora did not put on any airs.
Winter came down on Racicot Harbour, and the colony of fisher folk at its head gave themselves over to the idleness of the season a time for lounging and gossipping and long hours of lazy contentment smoking in the neighbours' chimney corners, when tales were told of the sea and the fishing. The Harbour laid itself out to be sociable in winter. There was no time for that in summer.
It had occurred to Nora that this was the case, but as yet she had never troubled to think the situation over seriously. She liked Clark Bryant well enough, but just at the moment he was in the way. She did not want to take him over to Racicot just why she could not have explained. There was in her no snobbish shame of her humble home.
I thought maybe you wouldn't want to see me tonight." "Not want to see you! Oh, Rob, this evening at Dalveigh, when I looked across to Racicot, it was you I thought of before all even before Mother." She drew back and looked at him with her soul in her eyes. "What a splendid fellow you are how handsome you are, Rob!" she cried.
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